#tctidem

[oprpc-positive]

I know she's on hiatus, but Tctidem is absolutely an RPer who deserves all the positivity in the world! Super creative and caring, Bunny was so supportive of my headcanons and made me much less self-conscious about my ideas. And her art is just absolute fire! I hope she's doing well and she deserves just absolute buckets of love and praise!

@tctidem​ I been savin’ this one for you - mod kittu

[aliibiis]

@tctidem​ liked x for a thing!

      it seemed as though the crew had gone onto the island leaving both usopp and franky to guard the sunny. this was perfect! usopp needed help with his present for sanji for his birthday, and he knew franky would be more than happy to aid him. 

     least he hoped he would be. 

          “oi! franky, since the two of us are here, i need help with something.” he was already making his way to his workshop. “i noticed that sanji’s spice rack needed some upgrading, so i think that’ll be what i’m going to make for him, but i want it to be motorized..so all he has to do is press a button and it’ll move for him easily.”

[dirtyandbeauty]

@tctidem​ said:

Oh never fret to be forgotten. What a terrible feeling that is to ones that are meant to shine like stars. Lulubelle tosses a rose to Cavendish with an admiring smile. It's fresh cut, personally cleaned, beautiful ─ safely edible, perhaps, to the more peculiar. ❝ For you. ❞

In a graceful and dramatic flourish, Cavendish carefully caught the rose and returned her smile. After all the harassment he’s faced recently, this was a very welcome gesture.

“Ah, thank you fair maiden~. This is a gift to be treasured~.” He hummed in a sonorous tone.

[zahraalgernon]

  loki @ diamante: 

[sxlverswan]

♡ she’s back! 

I am not deleting any of the old content but I’ll probably format new tags and it’s pretty much starting afresh. Naturally, all relationships can be pre-established before interacting. Morgan’s background for the OP fandom maintains but naturally I want to do contemporary threads and other verses too, just please allow me time to gather my thoughts.

[cxnsolatio]

/ ic. @tctidem​ is the only avian-like creature he could ever enjoy the company of or simply looking at.

[jaiguilian]

@tctidem started following ( Lulubelle )

      “ A griffin?? I didn’t think there’d be a devil fruit for THOSE!!! ”

      Excitement flourished in her eyes. Mian Ju had the appearance of a skypiean, their little white wings fluttering a bit with utter interest in seeing the devil fruit. They definitely wanted to see! They weren’t there for business--well not under this guise. This was simply one of their extras...Plus they didn’t want to do business right now! And a skypiean selling masks? What a stupid idea! For now. Some people would find joy in buying something from someone from the sky, but they doubted that’d work well for this place.

      “ Can I....see?? I’d love to see if you’re willing to... ”

[bucketfullofocs]

@tctidem​ asked:

Silver edge parting a large blossom in two, severed petals falling in a clump upon the ground where other trimmings create an unplanned collage of natural color. A sigh, clearly displeased with an outcome short of perfection, though no difference in quality seems noticeable. Cloak placed aside in the name of method and intricacy, Nasim places the newly cut flower atop card stock and outlines its edge with faint lines powdered in charcoal. Attentive, focused, old tradition is followed down to the smallest detail, ignorant of the world outside of process.

He thought it a relatively quiet place; a clearing free of disturbance, out in the blistering sun, fit to dry flora and indulge in a pastime that was not suffocated in the grueling depths of the sands. How unfortunate to be proven otherwise, snapping away from the lull of activity and partial bliss at the very first sign of company. A hushed suck of teeth, tongue readily forked in defense, dulled into audible annoyance as the activity continues unhindered, not even bothering to turn around and properly acknowledge the presence lingering behind him.

❝ Do you mind? I’m busy. ❞ Enunciated with a blunt tone, standoffish in no uncertain terms. / ( @ Whoever you’re feeling the most! )

Warm air and clear skies had drawn the mermaid out to play, roaming the forest in search of flowers to keep and press, unique to the island they landed on. It was tradition, to keep little mementos of each place - so she wouldn’t forget. She had asked the villagers, been told there was a clearing on a hill that was brimming with fresh summer wildflowers. With a backpack full of old, heavy books, and a basket of snacks, Aya had set off, the warm dirt a comforting sensation against her bare feet.

She hadn’t expected to come across someone else there. For a moment, she thought she ought to turn around, leave the man to his devices. But the flowers were so pretty... And he seemed to be rather absorbed in his work. Setting her belongings along the edge of the clearing, out of his way, she carefully approached, curious.

His words made her take a half-step back, embarrassed flush creeping along her cheeks. “Oh! I, um, I’m sorry... I, um, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” She pauses, eyes glancing down to the work he was doing. “It’s, um, your work is lovely.” Aya adds after a moment, voice soft.

Then she seems to realize she’s still standing there, staring at the work of paper, flower, and charcoal, and flushes brighter. “Sorry! I, um, I’ll leave you be now.” And she quickly retreats to her backpack and basket, gently taking objects out of the bag to start her own work.